Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 81

Klein curiously observed Helen's slender palm that turned up and down, feeling a little strange.

When did "Bishop Rose" still have this ability?

It's like one day you go to the hospital and the hospital staff tells you that the doctor who treated you just now is a qualified butcher. It's funny and scary.

It seems that he saw Klein's doubts at this time. Helen restored the dislocated joint in advance, and Evan, whose right hand returned to normal, took the initiative to explain:

"Helen is also a Beyonder, and the sequence she is in is very good at treating injuries inside the human body."

Klein, who had seen this young lady transform into a flesh-and-blood monster, ripped apart a "weapon master" alive, and swallowed a third of the opponent's flesh and blood, resisted the urge to twitch the corners of his eyes, and nodded with a smile.

"Oh!" Helen, who had been silent since entering Evan's tailor shop, suddenly exerted force on her wrist, causing Klein, who was looking at Evan, to subconsciously wailed.

There was obvious innocence in her eyes, and she didn't even check the white bandage she just put on, got up and walked away from Klein.

"Mr. Mitchell, if you feel it, there should be no problem."

"As long as you don't try dangerous moves, you shouldn't break it again." Evan looked at Klein's splint-fixed left arm and concluded heartily.

It won't break again... Klein subconsciously frowned, and looked down at the carefully tied bandages with complicated eyes.

Why did this Mr. Evan's words seem to have a kind of magic power, obviously not mixed with any extraordinary factors, but it made me feel offended subconsciously...

According to past experience, how could this kind of advice, which is not even comparable to the speech of a bad friend, might make me feel awkward?

But after all, after accepting the kindness of others, Klein quickly adjusted his state and sincerely thanked Helen who was next to Evan and Evan who helped him find a doctor and saved a medical bill:

"Thank you both, if it wasn't for your help, my injury might have gotten worse."

After a simple thank you, Klein half-truths touched his stomach, pretended to take out the pocket watch hidden inside the uniform, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect it to be this time. I still have some things to do, so I won't bother you to prepare dinner."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Well, I won't stay in Backlund for too long. If the two of you need help in the future, you can go to a good friend of mine. His name is Sherlock Moriarty. Saw his ad in the Backlund Post."

Although the identities of these two are on the edge of the law, the other party's help to him still makes Klein, who has always been tolerant in this regard, choose to repay.

After rejecting Mr. Evan's good intentions to refuse, Klein, who had almost recovered, took the initiative to leave. Taking advantage of the darkness that came quietly, he took the initiative to leave the tailor shop in the alley.

The "Provocateur" of Sequence Eight stood at the handover, and didn't return to his shop until Klein disappeared from his good night vision ability.

He is not worried about whether the other party will reveal the true identities of himself and Helen to the church, let alone how much this tailor shop is worth. It is certain that after the other party betrays him, he will be brutally killed.

It is simply not easy for a "Bishop of Roses" to leave low-rank blood.

"I've seen him." Snuggled near the stove, Helen, who was rubbing her hands constantly, said abruptly.

"What?" Evan asked subconsciously.

Seemingly lacking in interest, Helen, who was a little lethargic, thought for a while and decided to tell the truth.

"He's the one I let go the last time I helped the Zigman Party deal with the opponent."

In the last battle, Klein was also injured by the spears and whips that were congealed by flesh and blood, and the smell of blood that he had briefly touched was enough to make Bishop Rose remember him.

Evan, whose body was slightly tense, was suddenly silent, and after a few seconds, he released his clenched left fist.

"Okay, it's time to eat. I met that lunatic today. I feel that I need food to make up for the damage to my soul."

He smiled indifferently, bent down and opened a wooden box under his workbench, a burst of cold air came out.

After fumbling for a while, he took out a piece of flesh with white frost on the surface and carefully placed it on the plate.

Then he went to prepare normal food, without any curiosity to turn his head to check the results of the plate of flesh and blood.

It was not until the sound of the shuttle that devoured flesh and blood sounded from behind that Evan gradually accelerated the movements in his hands, involuntarily recalling what Mr. Mitchell said just now.

"Sherlock Moriarty..."

On the edge of the Eastern District, Klein rented a simple room for a day in the morning.

"This room has never been invaded."

Zheng!

The coin reflecting the dim gas light was discarded high, and after spinning for a few weeks, it fell steadily back into Klein's right palm.

Looking at the familiar avatar pattern, Klein let out a sigh of relief and stopped worrying.

This is the East District. If you don't take any protection, one day is enough for a thief or the boss to empty the things they left in the room.

Slightly difficult, Klein dug out his hidden clothes and various ritual items from under the damp sheets.

He glanced at his left arm, which was tightly wrapped in bandages, without hesitation, he held a silver dagger in his right hand, spraying his spirituality.

In the newly constructed spiritual wall, he took four steps backwards and climbed the gray fog.

The large and small color blocks were still scattered, and the thick gray fog occupied most of them. In the roaring and raving that seemed to never stop, Klein saw the darkness fly out of his spiritual body. It was quickly annihilated in the flowing mist.

Finally, the automatic "sterilization" of the gray fog ended, and the familiar coldness that belonged to a stone high-back chair occupied Klein's back.

Sure enough, the fight with Lanvus just now was contaminated with the breath of the true creator...

Ok? Klein suddenly felt a sense of disobedience. On his body, which was no longer sore because he was a spiritual body, a blood-colored misty bug squirmed out of his left arm and disappeared before he struggled.

Is this the handwriting of the "Rose Bishop" just now?

He frowned subconsciously, but quickly calmed down.

Evan and Helen, who are also wild Beyonders, must also be worried about their identities being exposed, which is understandable self-protection.

Klein nodded slowly, but his face was still serious. In reality, the corners of his mouth had been frozen, and the faint smile disappeared.

In reality just now, although he seemed lively and complained about Evan and Helen for a while, in fact, how could he have walked out of Lanvus so quickly and reappeared, and after crushing himself deeply, he burned from the depths of his soul. anger.

"I don't really understand the meaning of 'clown' until now, he doesn't just have to force a laugh in front of life, sometimes he is like a joke himself, chain-blade cane, kill Sequence Five, 'substitute', what's the use of these ?"

"I thought I had improved a lot compared to when I was in Tingen. Although I haven't really improved in the sequence, but with Beyonder items, I can also reach the strength of the middle sequence, but it's ridiculous, there is even room for resistance. nothing....."

With a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, Klein looked up at the other side of the long bronze table, his voice low.

"Isn't it?"

With a hood stacked on his neck, "Mystery" with soft facial features and still pale complexion quietly stared at "Self" with gloomy eyes, thought for a moment, and replied:

"It's not your fault that you ignored the 'hanged man' factor."

"But I also have you standing behind me." Klein subconsciously refuted the excuse half body made for himself.

"Mystery" seemed to hear something funny and laughed.

"Standing behind, didn't you voluntarily give up my help to you?"

"If you also have outside help, as long as you stand in front of Lanvus, the little 'swindler' will not be able to raise his head and take the initiative to kill himself."

He adjusted his slightly casual posture, pressing his right hand against his cheek.

"Divinator", "Thief", and "Apprentice", silently reciting the three sequences encompassed by the authority of "Mysterious", Klein subconsciously imagined what the assumption made by the half body would look like if it came true.

But this idea only existed for a second, and he was directly denied it.

Just like the choice he made in the first place~www.mtlnovel.com~ revenge must rely on one's own strength.

The "secret" who was watching with his cheeks snorted, no emotion could be seen in his all-black eyes.

Klein, who was also unwilling to continue this topic, immediately turned his eyes away, thinking about the last roar of Lanervus that he heard before he fell into a coma.

Although he gained some of the power of the true creator, he should have paid a lot, and the gradual confusion of consciousness at that time should be one of them.

However, he claimed that he would not change his hiding place, would not tell the fact that the members of the Aurora Society met with me, and he even wanted me to report him to the church. Why?

Is this another fraud, or is it another kind of "help" from the heart?

"What a bastard, I have no choice at all. No matter which one it is, I will report it to the church through the Tarot Society. This kind of dangerous terrorist will only be safe if he gets the essence of the church early." Klein hated Thinking about it, his teeth rubbed constantly, and he put down his hands a little weakly.

I'm still too weak, and if I'm strong enough, I might be able to kill this **** alone, and leave him today instead of putting the danger on the Nighthawks who need to clean up...

Klein lowered his head, and after a long silence, he said without warning:

"I want to ask for your help."

"Huh?" "Mystery" raised his eyebrows slightly interested.

Klein, who had regained his color, raised his head, his voice calm.

"I want to ask you to help me recover from my injuries. I will pass the Tarot Club, pay the price myself, and ask the members of Backlund to report Lanvus."

"Even if I can't give him the verdict he deserves directly, I will witness the whole process as a representative of all Tingen's victims."

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